Time is 1:30 AM on August 26th, in China Li Jing.
The night was deep, the Li Jing Iron Tower was brightly lit, but the top exhibition platform was empty, and Gu Wenyu and Su Zimai were nowhere to be seen.
And at this moment, a streak of pitch-black lightning was swiftly racing through the city.
It raced so fast, yet made no sound at all—this was because when Gu Qiye used this lightning, the electric light swallowed the thunderous sound as it moved.
The black lightning raced swiftly upwards along the surface of the skyscrapers.
The next instant, Gu Qiye arrived at the rooftop of the high-rise building.
He squatted slightly at the railing, his gaze covered in lightning sweeping across the entire city. But in those bright lights were only laughing crowds and couples on midnight dates.
Nowhere did he find even the slightest hint of anything strange or out of place.
It was as if the incident at the train station was just a dream.
